All my aching
All my craving
Desires
Prayers
Have scattered like
Torn pieces of paper
On a hot windy day
I no longer want you
I no longer need you
I can see through you
It’s happened
It’s gone
All my aching
All my craving
Desires
Prayers
Have scattered like
Torn pieces of paper
On a hot windy day
I no longer want you
I no longer need you
I can see through you
It’s happened
It’s gone
Poems and Petals 
I can smell power, self dignity & the self re explored,
Finally moved on
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Wonderful thoughts, thank you!
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